Industan. 125 cm x 177 cm. Graphite and Suminagashi marbling on paper (9 panels). 2021

 

From the shores of the Arabian Sea, I walk upwards where the Indus is young. Past abandoned cities leading to swollen cities, passing shrines and mandirs. I watch the river gradually turn and twist as it curls eastwards around gorges making its way through peaks that touch naked skies. The river changes shades from murky to green, going from toxic to life, from being harnessed to roaring freely, I follow it across many shifting borders overlooking un-named hamlets, sleeping in forgotten villages that my GPS cannot identify.

I’m reduced to a crawl as I walk around Mount Kailash taking tiny sips as I finally reach the mouth of the lion.